Page 61 of Dr. Bad Boy

“I know. It’s weird for me, too.”

“I’ll miss you as well.” Her voice softens and I want to hit pause right there, stay in the moment where Violet wants me and will miss me, but she’s already moving on. “And we can talk mid-week. I’d like that. This weekend has been intense. Good! But intense.”

The way she repeats it makes me put down the spatula and turn toward her, suddenly concerned. “You’ll let me know if I’m pushing you too hard?”

I don’t think I have, but it’s always good to check.

She nods. “I will, and you aren’t.” She takes a ragged breath in, then drops her gaze submissively. “I’m looking forward to more scenes, in fact.”

Hearing her say that is like an electric current to my libido, which was already pretty alive. Only the spatter and hiss of my butter and oil stop me from crossing to her—and that’s a reminder that I still need to feed her.

“Now that we’ve spent a weekend together,” I say gruffly as I add vegetables to the pan. “Have any of your limits shifted? Anything new you’d like to ask me for that you may not have thought of before?”

“I can’t think of anything.” She rolls her lower lip between her teeth. “This is the best…I don’t know what to call it. Affair? Fling? You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. And now that’s going to go to your head, isn’t it?”

“My ego was already at maximum inflation.” I shrug. “Two eggs? Three?”

“Two, please.”

I pop toast into the toaster and get her omelette bubbling away, then wipe my hands on a tea towel and cross to her. I’d pulled on jeans and a Henley before coming downstairs, and there’s something about me being fully dressed and Violet so perfect undressed that turns me on a deep, primal way. Lizard brain, Gavin calls it. I trace my fingers down her bare arms, then settled my hands on the tight curve of her hips. She holds still for me, and I murmur praise because she likes to be told she’s good. And she’s so very good.

“Look at my erection,” I tell her, my voice rough. “See that? You do that to me. Only you. I’ve never had a woman in my house all weekend long. Never felt this insatiable. Best lover ever? That hardly scratches how I feel about you. If either of us should have a healthy ego after this weekend, it’s you.”

“Oh,” she says with a sweet sigh.

I laugh. “That’s all? Oh?”

“Wow?”

“That’s getting warmer.”

“Your eggs look done.” She presses her lips together and gives me an innocent look.

We’ll work on her confidence later. When we’re both naked.

“Sit,” I say, and she pulls on my robe. I’ll pull it off her myself soon enough, but she can eat with it on if it makes her more comfortable.

She starts to eat, slowly, while I make my own omelette, then we finish our breakfast together, sharing the sections of the newspaper back and forth. I keep my foot hooked around her ankle, and every time she shifts she gives me a little smile.

Those smiles are dangerously seductive.

“Have you had enough?”

She takes a slow sip of orange juice, then nods.

“Can you clear our plates? I’d like to set something up in my bedroom.”

Another nod. Another sip. I lean across to her and kiss her, my tongue sliding over her bottom lip and into her mouth. Orange juice and little smiles. I’m so fucked.

But in a few minutes, so is she.

21

Violet

Icarefully hangMax’s robe on a hook on the main upstairs bathroom door, then make my way into his room. He’s still dressed, but he’s taken the blankets off the bed. The pillows are still there, and there are four nylon straps looping up and onto the mattress from below.

I stop in the middle of the room, not sure where he wants me to present up here. The line between scene and weekend sex-bender is really blurry now, not that I’m complaining.

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